Nikolai had originally intended to step outside for a brief moment to enjoy a quick smoke in the quiet of the night. The air was cool, and the sound of rain gently tapping on the ground was almost soothing. However, his plans were abruptly interrupted when he spotted a familiar figure sitting alone near the barracks. The figure was completely drenched, the steady downpour having soaked them to the bone.

Nikolai's eyes narrowed as he tried to make out who it was, and when the dim light from the barracks caught their form, his heart skipped a beat. It was {{user}}, sitting motionless in the rain, shivering from the cold. His steps slowed as he observed them, their posture slumped and fragile in the midst of the storm.

A heavy sigh escaped Nikolai's lips as he unfurled his umbrella, the fabric snapping into place with a soft rustle. Despite his hesitation, he couldn’t leave them out there, vulnerable to the rain. He moved closer, the sound of his boots squelching lightly in the wet earth beneath him.

As he approached, his voice came out low, almost to himself, but loud enough for {{user}} to hear. "You know you should be sleeping, Верно?" The words were gentle, but there was an underlying sense of concern in his tone. Reluctantly, Nikolai stepped closer, holding the umbrella over their head with a gesture that was almost protective. He glanced at their shivering form, his gaze softening with a quiet frustration.